søndag den 11. maj 2014
onsdag den 11. december 2013
Med livet i egen hånd
Det her er noget af det smukkeste jeg nogensinde har set.
" When asked why he went up there to die, he replied: "I didn't go up there to die. I went up there to live.""
An encouraging thought
Her kl 1.42 en mandag aften i december, går det op for mig hvor smuk The Bridge of Khazad Dun er. Sangen er fra Ringenes Herre, da Gandalf dør.
Sopranisten Kaitlyn Lusks stemme skærer mig i hjertet. På den gode måde. Prøv at fokusere på hendes stemme mens du lytter.
Sopranisten Kaitlyn Lusks stemme skærer mig i hjertet. På den gode måde. Prøv at fokusere på hendes stemme mens du lytter.
Det er deres univers.
"So do all who live to see such times.
But that is not for them to decide.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil.
Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."
- Gandalf
fredag den 1. marts 2013
torsdag den 21. februar 2013
Fra A til B
Nogle mennesker føler sig vel mere ét med deres krop og legeme end andre.
Nogle ser kroppen som en tom skal, et legeme der bærer på sjælen indtil legemet kreperer og sjælen kan flyve/leve videre
Min krop er mit link til den verden jeg lever i. Den er mit udtryk i livet. Livet er alt. Udtryk er alt. Relationer er alt.
Kigger ned af min muskuløse nøgne krop
Stråler af ungdommelighed
Men ser kun figurativt nedslidte lemmer
Hærget af årevis af drukture, skrammer, snowboarding, parkour'ing, sygdomme og andre knobs.
Føler mig stadig ung, men damn, jeg burde have meget livserfaring allerede. Ungdommen er på samme tid kun lige startet og for længst forbi.
Tænker på de utallige gange jeg har kogt rundt i diverse provinsbyer, hensynløst, stiv, langt væk fra hjem, langt væk fra logik, langt væk fra alt hvad der giver mening, bare for at opsøge et sus, slippe kontrollen, opsøge kærlighed, opsøge gakketheden, finde meningen- eller manglen på samme. Opsøge eventyr. Kontinuerlige drukture, kvalme, tømmermænd, offentligt transport, samtaler med fremmede. En tåge af forunderlighed, opdagelse, nysgerrighed og mod på livet.
Jeg har bare indset, at det er et kapitel der er forbi, og et nyt er begyndt.
Tænker på de repræsentative roskilde-ture jeg har været på, hvor jeg har rendt rundt, forvirret, indforstået, forsøgt at finde nøglen til dét, som jeg var overbevist om at der var en nøgle til. Puslespilsbrikker der skulle falde på plads, og normer der skulle fuckes op og sættes spørgsmålstegn ved.
Kulden omfavner mig langsomt. Mine øjne svier. Jeg kan mærke de våde spidser fra mit - lidt for lange - hår på mine skuldre.
Jeg tænker lidt over, hvor meget verden egentlig ligger åben for mig. For det føles virkeligt sådan. Jeg kan gøre hvad jeg vil. Og det har jeg også tænkt mig. Men samtidig føler jeg at jeg er en spiller i et spil med lidt uhyggelige, og forkerte regler.
Det hele er vel et spørgsmål om hvor meget ansvar man føler man vil tage for omverdenen.
Jeg tænker over hvor paradoksalt det er, at have frihed i en elendig verden. Her kommer jeg til at tænke på et citat fra Martin Luther King. "Noone is free until everyone is free!" tror jeg det lød.
Elendigheden er der. Hvorvidt man har erfaret den, eller ikke har. Den er der.
Nogle gange føler jeg at den eneste måde jeg kan undgå depression er, at fokusere på det positive.
Jeg hader sgu det hele nogle gange. Jeg mister lysten til at skrive.
Mørket falder på udenfor. Min mave snørrer sig sammen. Træerne står som et spindelvæv af flotte konturer på en blålig/gulig himmel. Aftenmørket og frostgraderne lægger sig over København.
C'ya out there
onsdag den 26. december 2012
Follow me
Play this
....
....
....
...123 here we go
chasing rainbows
Or anything
Just you and me
And you lead the way.
Take me across the boundarious of imagination.
-Dream of 'far away' - and bring me there
a trip of unworriedness
- 'cuz we know what matters.
i am magnus.
n' on this trip i wanna taste EVERYTHING, feel ANYTHING
be swathed in coloured lights of wonderous places
i wanna be teared in pieces, assembled
powerfully knocked out
killed and resurrected
Rusk i mig for helvede.
COME ON, RUN, JUMP, NOW - OFF THE EDGE
LIKE IT WAS ALL SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN
Dear.
Remember
everything'll be all right, while we float around here
life is silly
Existence is easy!
& Everything's transparent
in this soothing multiverse
Now, be quiet!
n' take a look at the stary sky for a sec.
the only thing i currently wish for
is that you'd feel just the same powerful stream of.. love, that i feel right now, flowing right through me
Christ, every little part of you fucking beams of wonderfulness
And I.. am just a sack of meat, with a head full of electric connections.
how can a petty being like me, even feel emotions this strong?
n' what the fuck are Emotions anyway?
wait, Of course. I know it! you know it.
It's Magic.
fredag den 7. december 2012
Perspektiv
Conscientious people
Dream on
Dreamin's all it's about
Mågen højt i luften, over byen, i nattens buldrende mørke.
Kulde omkring den. Mørke omkring den. Ensomhed. Stilhed
Kun vinden høres som den med enorm kraft preller af mod mågens vinger, og tvinger hele legemet imod tyngdekræften; til at holdes svævende. Der er fart på.
Venstre vinge svigter pludselig, og mågens hovede drejes i samme sekund lynhurtigt og forfærdet. Kursen går nu mod jorden. I lyset fra gadens lamper langt under den, glinser mågens venstre øje svagt, og udstråler dyb frygt.
Angst og adrenalin vælter som en naturlig reaktion ind over mågens hjerne, som et andet kemikalie eller virus.
Nervesignaler sendes ned gennem mågens krop, og alle muskler i kroppen anstrenges for at rette op.
Hvis noget nogensinde har betydet noget i mågens liv, så skal det vise sig nu. Alt hidtil fører til dette øjeblik i mågens liv; Alt vil have været ligegyldigt hvis ikke mågen får rettet op i løbet af få sekunder. For hvad betyder gode stunder, hvis ikke mågen kan reflektere tilbage på dem? Hvad betyder gode gerninger hvis ikke mågen kan leve til at opleve deres indvirkning?
Mågen tænker over det liv den har nået at have på jorden. Steder den har set. Væsener den har gjort sig klog på, handlinger den har overværet, følelser den har følt, forurening og anden modgang den har skullet døjes med.
Mågen tænker på moder jord, de 6 milliarder forvirrede mennesker der render rundt og betræder den, og selvfølgelig alle de øvrige naturlige primitive dyr, der garanteret vil leve uanfægtet videre efter som om intet er sket.
Set heroppe fra, er livet sgu ikke så kompliceret, tænker mågen. At leve eller ikke at leve. Uden bevidsthed forstår du ikke et fravalg.
Kollisionen indtraf med over 60 km/t og i løbet af et splitsekund nåede mågen at opfatte nervesignaler der fortalte den at stort set samtlige af knoglerne i dens krop knustes.
tirsdag den 9. oktober 2012
fredag den 27. april 2012
tirsdag den 24. april 2012
Bob's love
"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life. "
― Bob Marley
mandag den 23. april 2012
torsdag den 12. april 2012
onsdag den 21. marts 2012
søndag den 11. marts 2012
mandag den 27. februar 2012
somewhere far far away
her er smukt overalt
"This strong old blizzard
I will let it blow
to undiscovered places
underneath the snow"
fredag den 24. februar 2012
Think.
Bronnie Ware is an Australian nurse who spent several years working in palliative care, caring for patients in the last 12 weeks of their lives. She recorded their dying epiphanies in a blog called Inspiration and Chai, which gathered so much attention that she put her observations into a book called The Top Five Regrets of the Dying.
Ware writes of the phenomenal clarity of vision that people gain at the end of their lives, and how we might learn from their wisdom. "When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently," she says, "common themes surfaced again and again."
Here are the top five regrets of the dying, as witnessed by Ware.

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I hadn't worked so hard.
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
Ware writes of the phenomenal clarity of vision that people gain at the end of their lives, and how we might learn from their wisdom. "When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently," she says, "common themes surfaced again and again."
Here are the top five regrets of the dying, as witnessed by Ware.

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I hadn't worked so hard.
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
lørdag den 4. februar 2012
This Era
"Deep down in the basement the curls of smoke choke as they toke,
inhaling infidelity, rhymes and rhythms, metaphoric prehistoric jism.
An intake of underground sounds and leaves of a dope kind while the DJ twists to rewind,
scra-scr-scra-scratch and ri-rip this shit,
MCs grab the mic kickin' freestyles rhyming one hundred miles a minute,
vocals eclipsing ridiculously dope beats and they are blind to the signs that the rhyme combined with the mind connects them to their feminine side,
The groove slips between their thighs and makes their hips wide like mine,
as Mother Hip Hop places her eternal child inside,
Something impossible to see through these jaded eyes,
as she slides into masculinity, masturbating with their climactic virginity,
Intrinsically, kinetically, genetically redefining their DNA,
So when the archaologists dig up the past they will say "These homosapiens are from the era of hip hop days,
And they will take the bones and play rhythms that were lost on records and cassettes,
Some will dance to remember and some will dance to forget,
Because even then, no one will truly see all the hows and whys of when and where we came to be,
And they will try to recapture the rapture and velocity that left with the flesh of the hip hop fiends,
They will find curvatures in the bones of MCs hands, learning their dominant, prominant stance,
Reminants of baggy pants will leave fibers of a culture that swims in eternity and they will take relics and try to sell it,
Promising that the vibe is still alive and that it will make them feel free,
Jazz, beats and blue sweets will make our primal sex rituals indescrete,
And the sounds of distorted, contorted scratches sampling styles will echo in the inner ear of a famous DJs great great great great grandchild,
And they will uncover villages of spirituality redeeming them from their new world's fallacys,
And they will gather the dust of incense sticks to see if it might fill them with peace,
And back here, right here, right now, we will always be, creating rhymes, and time, in our history."
inhaling infidelity, rhymes and rhythms, metaphoric prehistoric jism.
An intake of underground sounds and leaves of a dope kind while the DJ twists to rewind,
scra-scr-scra-scratch and ri-rip this shit,
MCs grab the mic kickin' freestyles rhyming one hundred miles a minute,
vocals eclipsing ridiculously dope beats and they are blind to the signs that the rhyme combined with the mind connects them to their feminine side,
The groove slips between their thighs and makes their hips wide like mine,
as Mother Hip Hop places her eternal child inside,
Something impossible to see through these jaded eyes,
as she slides into masculinity, masturbating with their climactic virginity,
Intrinsically, kinetically, genetically redefining their DNA,
So when the archaologists dig up the past they will say "These homosapiens are from the era of hip hop days,
And they will take the bones and play rhythms that were lost on records and cassettes,
Some will dance to remember and some will dance to forget,
Because even then, no one will truly see all the hows and whys of when and where we came to be,
And they will try to recapture the rapture and velocity that left with the flesh of the hip hop fiends,
They will find curvatures in the bones of MCs hands, learning their dominant, prominant stance,
Reminants of baggy pants will leave fibers of a culture that swims in eternity and they will take relics and try to sell it,
Promising that the vibe is still alive and that it will make them feel free,
Jazz, beats and blue sweets will make our primal sex rituals indescrete,
And the sounds of distorted, contorted scratches sampling styles will echo in the inner ear of a famous DJs great great great great grandchild,
And they will uncover villages of spirituality redeeming them from their new world's fallacys,
And they will gather the dust of incense sticks to see if it might fill them with peace,
And back here, right here, right now, we will always be, creating rhymes, and time, in our history."
torsdag den 2. februar 2012
søndag den 29. januar 2012
Tomhed
Jeg føles blot som en skygge af mig selv
og tankerne er
Fysisk ved siden af mig
musikken suser lige igennem mig - påvirker mig ikke
Der er noget ophøjet smukt over udtrykket i musik
Fordi det kan mediere.. essensen af en stemning
Jeg sidder her og nyder
Ufortalte historier om glemte tider
eventyr...
musikken inspirerer.
Og stimulerer
- Som et andet drug
Musikken løfter mig til et bedre sted
- nu er jeg tryg.
jeg flyver heroppe
med de store fugle
fuglene er det gode i mig
Det alsidige - eventyret
musikken viser mig, at det ikke behøver være som det plejer
musikken viser mig alsidigheden og underligheden
hvisker i mit øre
vanvittigheder
Bryder alle mønstre.
Vigtigst af alt, så minder musikken mig om bedre tider.
Lader musikken gennemstrømme mig.
med et hovede så fyldt af tankerJeg føles blot som en skygge af mig selv
og tankerne er
Fysisk ved siden af mig
musikken suser lige igennem mig - påvirker mig ikke
NU GØR DEN
Som et stykke pizzas molekyler der bliver sat i svingninger af mikrobølgeovnens stråler
bliver mine tanker og sjæl sat i voldsomme vibrationer
Goodness, vibes
Der er noget ophøjet smukt over udtrykket i musik
Fordi det kan mediere.. essensen af en stemning
Jeg sidder her og nyder
Ufortalte historier om glemte tider
eventyr...
musikken inspirerer.
Og stimulerer
- Som et andet drug
fucker det mit mind helt op.
Musikken løfter mig til et bedre sted
- nu er jeg tryg.
jeg flyver heroppe
med de store fugle
fuglene er det gode i mig
Det alsidige - eventyret
musikken viser mig, at det ikke behøver være som det plejer
musikken viser mig alsidigheden og underligheden
hvisker i mit øre
vanvittigheder
Bryder alle mønstre.
Vigtigst af alt, så minder musikken mig om bedre tider.
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